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SCARS
People say scars are ugly things. Marks on your body that can’t or won’t ever go away. They remind you of the horrible events that you experienced when you got these marks. They are a part of yourself that you want to wish away. I know that I tend to be a bit on the depressing side of matters usually, but in this case, I'm not. While scars are ugly blemishes, they aren’t something that I want to wish away so quickly. Even though many times, people have offered me ways to remove them.

For you see, I believe that scars are a sign of heroics. That you survived a horrible situation and are in one piece. For me scars are somewhat a trophy. I'm proud to have them, because that means I'm a fighter. That means I never gave up. Now, I'm not saying that my scars are life threatening, but they were bad enough to give me a scare. But they still remind me of the times I’ve been through, and how I came out of them. Some even offer unique memories.

I have more than one blister scar on my wrists and arms from touching burning oven racks. To me these scars symbolize the time that I ran the camp kitchen, and worked rather hard, making sure I was taken seriously as the head of the room. I have another somewhat minuscule scar on the center of my hand from a red ant bite. Now that was quite a memory. In all of one week from that bite, I got into a fight with a counselor, had many crazy camp activities, got into the usual amount of trouble, and ended up making up with said counselor, having an absolutely nutty weekend with her. Even by my standards.

I have two other scars elsewhere from minor procedures that I needed in high school.  These bring back memories of coming early in the morning, sitting on a train, one of the last people there; the only other guy staring creepily at you. There are also the memories of getting ready, being nervous, having blood-work, and finally going in to have the procedures done.  The recovery time that comes after makes me remember how much my parents love me, and how selfish my classmates were in high school.

So you see for me, scars aren’t an ugly blemish. Sure, they aren’t the prettiest thing you ever saw. However, for me they don't bring me bitter memories, but rather make me quite nostalgic for the memories that already happened. I guess, for me scars don't have that negative feeling of being marred by something horrible; but rather that you came out of something alive and whole.


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